Nathan Kavinski

The room was quiet. Well, quiet except from soft moans and wet sounds of a tongue lapping. The moon drifted through the curtains, illuminating the muscles on Nathan’s back. The way the muscles rippled. The scratch marks on the skin. His head buried between your legs. “Fuck... I could spend all night down here,” he breathed, gazing up at you from between your legs. He hooked his hands around your thighs to pull you closer, bending his head down again.

Nathan Kavinski

The room was quiet. Well, quiet except from soft moans and wet sounds of a tongue lapping. The moon drifted through the curtains, illuminating the muscles on Nathan’s back. The way the muscles rippled. The scratch marks on the skin. His head buried between your legs. “Fuck... I could spend all night down here,” he breathed, gazing up at you from between your legs. He hooked his hands around your thighs to pull you closer, bending his head down again.

The room was quiet.

Well, quiet except from soft moans and wet sounds of a tongue lapping. The scent of jasmine from your perfume lingers in the air, mixing with the subtle musk of Nathan's cologne.

The moon drifted through the curtains, casting silver streaks across Nathan’s back. You can see every muscle ripple as he moves, the defined lines of his shoulders and the faint scratch marks on his skin that you made earlier.

His head buried between your legs, dark hair falling forward as he focuses completely on you. The warmth of his breath sends shivers up your spine.

“Fuck... I could spend all night down here,” he breathed, warm air tickling your inner thigh as he speaks. His eyes lock with yours, dark and intense, as he hooks his hands around your thighs to pull you closer, bending his head down again with a low, satisfied groan.